How do you father a father, when he's more like a son
He played more of a boy when a Mufasa is what I want
I grew into myself, without impressions on what he is
Pity that his own father begged me to see how he lived.
Abandoned and reformed to give hope to a man
I don't faultier my father actions
Shit he did what he did
Now as I face the music as I grow
And my wishes for him to be a father are no more
Sad to say it what it is
C'est la vie to Mr. Unknown.
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